Evening picture

The last was a morning picture; this is an evening picture. The ride home is often a treat... for the eyes, for other parts it's windy and cold and you just wanna get home and the train can take way too long to get there.

Capturing the colors of a sunset has always been a challenge for me. Yesterday I stopped the camera down by -7 and the colors came out pretty well. I really wanted to remember the bright line above the clouds. A moment later the sun was melting into the cloudline below like an eggyolk.

I've painted this scene, too, from a wider angle & photo taken on a different day. It may be one of those scenes that appeals to only one person, by means of familiarity or association. For me there's a lot going on. It looks homeward. There are people standing around casually, impatiently & anonymously. There are lights from the cars below, and reflections on the river. It's a bit Hopperesque because everyone is in their own little boxes. You're staring at them (what else are you going to look at-- you're lined up across from them maybe 20 feet away) but they still appear unobserved.



Note to MBTA: love the new windows at this stop.